What could have been but wasn't.

Yuri stares at his phone. Uselessly. It’s not like there is anything for him to see. It does not ring when it used to and it shows no messages when he used to get notifications all damn day. No cat pictures, no skating memes, and worst of all, no new mixtapes. Yuri liked the mixtapes best. And even though he is otherwise terrible at expressing his adoration, he feels like he made at least that very clear. But now he has to click on Otabek’s YouTube channel like a fucking peasant. Like they haven’t been friends for years. Like all of the shared time and thoughts and space meant nothing. On a good day, he is aware that it is his fault, but this isn’t a good day, and he isn’t aware of jack shit except that his phone light now only ever announces more bullshit from the married idiots, not texts from his former best friend. Their Snapchat streak died three months ago and Yuri would be angry, except it was him who stopped. The irony isn’t lost on him. Most of the time. --Or: Yuri wants to surprise his best friend during a gig and sees him with a girl. Instead of talking about it, he cuts the communication. Not that it helps.